Chapter 51 HOT SEX AFTER BREAKUP
HOT SEX AFTER BREAKUP
ROMINA GARY (FL) — 23 YRS
DAVE SINCLAIR (ML) — 31 YRS
ROMINA
I shouldn’t have been here. Not at this bar, not downing tequila shots like water, and definitely not looking for someone to take me home. But after catching James with another woman in our bed, what else was I supposed to do? Sit around and cry? No. I needed distraction. I needed someone who could erase every trace of him from my body.
James had never known how to please me anyway. He always finished before I even got started, collapsing on top of me with a sigh of satisfaction while I lay there burning, unsatisfied. I’d begged, hinted, even tried to guide him, but it never mattered. He cared about his release, not mine. Tonight, I needed a man who understood. A man who could take one look at me and know exactly what I craved.
The third tequila slid down my throat, fiery and sweet, when a shadow fell across me.
“Hey, hottie,” a voice murmured. Deep. Smooth. Confident. “Do you mind if I join you?”
I looked up—and my breath caught.
Oh. My. God.
Tall, broad shoulders, sharp jawline, brown eyes that burned like he’d already undressed me a hundred times in his head. Even his casual polo couldn’t hide the muscles underneath. My gaze slid lower, and my lips parted. Even through his pants, I could see the outline of his cock—thick, heavy, straining against the fabric.
How could I possibly say no?
“Sure,” I said, forcing a teasing smile even though my pulse was racing. “Join me.”
He slid onto the stool beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. “Dave,” he said, offering his hand.
“Romina.”
The moment our hands touched, sparks shot up my arm. He didn’t let go right away either, his thumb brushing over my knuckles in a way that was almost… possessive.
We talked, but it wasn’t small talk. It was effortless, his words smooth and deliberate, his voice like velvet wrapping around me. Every compliment, every sly tease had me wet between my thighs before I even realized it. His eyes lingered on my lips every time I spoke, and my body hummed with the delicious certainty of where this night was heading.
By the time he kissed me outside the bar—rough, hungry, a kiss that demanded submission—I was gone.
I followed him back to his apartment without hesitation.
The moment I sat on his bed, he reached for a bottle. “Drink?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Haven’t we had enough?” I spread my thighs, fingers brushing the hem of my skirt, my lips curling into a wicked smile. “Get down on me already. I can’t wait anymore.”
His smirk could’ve melted glaciers. “God, I love this energy of yours.”
He stripped for me slowly, undoing his belt, dragging down his pants until his cock sprang free. My eyes widened, and heat pooled instantly between my thighs. He was thick. Long. Perfect.
I tore at my own clothes, desperate to feel skin on skin. When I lay back, completely bare, his gaze raked over me like a man who hadn’t eaten in years.
“You’re gorgeous,” he groaned, his hand sliding down to cup my pussy. His fingers teased through my wet folds before pushing inside, two at once. At the same time, his mouth crashed against mine.
I moaned into his kiss, arching against him. He pulled away just enough to tuck a strand of hair from my face, his eyes dark with hunger. Then his mouth claimed my nipple, sucking hard, while his fingers pumped in and out of me, stretching me deliciously.
I bit down on my lip to stifle the scream clawing up my throat.
“Don’t,” he growled. His free hand slapped my pussy, the sting making me gasp. “I want to hear you. All of you.”
Another sharp slap. Pleasure shot through me, and I cried out, my body betraying me with a gush of wetness.
“You’re going to moan like a slut,” Dave rasped, smacking me again. “My slut. You’ll squirm for me, cry for me, scream for me. I want the whole neighborhood to hear me making you mine.”
“Yes,” I whimpered, trembling, my thighs shaking around his hand.
He flipped me effortlessly, laying back on the bed with me straddling him. His cock pressed against my slick folds, hot and heavy.
“You want it?” His eyes locked on mine, fierce and unrelenting. “You want my cock inside that greedy little pussy?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Say it.”
“God, yes, Dave—I want your cock. I want to feel it inside me. Please.”
His jaw tightened, satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He kissed me hard, gripping my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple until I cried out.
“Then show me,” he demanded. “Show me how badly you want me. Ride me. Use me. Take what you need.”
My body buzzed at his words. I reached down, wrapping my fingers around his cock, smearing his pre-cum across the thick head as I positioned myself over him. My breath hitched as I rubbed myself against his tip, teasing both of us.
“Put it in,” he whispered, his voice strained, his self-control unraveling. “I’m dying here, Romina. Dying to be buried inside you.”
The desperation in his voice made me whimper. Slowly, I sank down, taking the head inside me, stretching around him inch by inch. My nails dug into his chest, my thighs trembling with the effort.
“So huge,” I moaned, easing down further, my pussy clutching greedily at him.
His groan was guttural, primal, vibrating through his chest. His hands gripped my waist, holding me still as his cock filled me deeper and deeper.
When I finally bottomed out, seated fully on him, I gasped, my entire body shaking. He felt impossibly big, stretching me to the brink.
Dave’s eyes blazed as he looked at me—at my parted lips, my heaving chest, my body trembling on top of him.
“Please,” I
begged, rocking my hips, desperate for him to move. “Please, Dave… fuck me. I need it.”